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Lover In Chains

Urick is a magnificent beast—when he isn’t turning to stone. He’s not just grizzly bear and gargoyle, he’s also vampire, a part of himself he keeps locked down tighter than the nails in an undead’s coffin. Uri’s hatred for vampire’s is personal. He needs to find his Chosen One, the woman fated to be his mate, before his anger turns him to stone for good.

Coming: November 28, 2017

LOVER IN CHAINS

Urick is a magnificent beast—when he isn’t turning to stone. He’s not just grizzly bear and gargoyle, he’s also vampire, a part of himself he keeps locked down tighter than the nails in an undead’s coffin. Uri’s hatred for vampire’s is personal. He needs to find his Chosen One, the woman fated to be his mate, before his anger turns him to stone for good.

Too bad his Chosen One is a vampire.

Violet isn’t proud to be a vampire, but she’s trying hard to make up for it. Her hunting blade has more vampire blood lodged in its hilt than a blood bank. Uri would be next on her list if he wasn’t so quick and strong. He’s kidnapped her and stripped her…of her weapons, although Violet wouldn’t mind a little romp with her captor, gigantic flaws and all. After all, she has a flaw of her own, one she must keep hidden. Her father is the vampire who imprisoned Uri to be his blood slave.

Uri is learning to trust Violet. But when her secret brings up his past, will it destroy every chance they have at love?

Excerpt

A vampire. She had to be a frigging vampire. Of all the creatures, beasts, and what-have-yous roaming these realms, he got paired with a bloodsucker.

If he’d had the choice, he’d have bonded with…oh, Medusa maybe, or Typhoid Mary.

Urick scraped his palm from forehead to nape and back again. Pressing the heel of his hand to the bridge of his nose, he fought the roar climbing his throat. It didn’t help that his peepers stole a look across the cave floor to the very thing he loathed.

The female was curled up on the ground across from him, her legs folded up to her chest. She had one arm bent under her head as a makeshift pillow to keep her hair out of the dirt. The other arm she had clasped around her shins to hold her knees to her belly.

The classic fetal position. A pose meant to illicit sympathy and pity. She can rot there. The pang flaring in his chest was as short-lived as the strike of a match, but no less of a burning bitch. It reminded him that he needed her, that they were inescapably connected. That the coiled piece of feminine flesh on the ground in front of him was the key to his salvation.

So, yeah, no. As much as he loathed the fact she was meant to be his, Uri wouldn’t be setting her free and hoping she came back to him. He needed to be absolutely certain she did. As much as the idea wrung his guts into all kinds of pain and sickness.

She was supposed to be the one to even his keel, to keep the cheese on his cracker. God knew, his slice of Velveeta was slipping off its little square of carbohydrate.

As a chimera, he should be exulting in the triple whammy strength of being three creatures balled into one. Instead, he was gargoyle, grizzly, and cock-sucking vampire. Which, maybe he could deal with if he hadn’t been—

“Quit looking at me like that, perv.”

Uri’s hand fell from the bridge of his nose. “Say what?”

“You heard me. And if you think I’m going to let you lay your filthy paws on me, you’re going to be the recipient of a new asshole.” The woman
propped herself up on one arm and tossed her head like she was flinging her long tresses over her shoulder.

Which she wasn’t. Her hair was cropped chin length, slightly longer in the front than the back, showcasing the different tints of blonde. Her hair was everything from platinum to rose gold to sunny yellow. In the shafted moonlight of the cave, it made him think of salty beaches and long stretches of hot sand. The kind of fine granules where you could wriggle your ass into, then flake out to bake your bones.

“Hey!”

Uri blinked like he’d been staring at the sun. When had the woman gotten to her feet? Fumbling like he wore ice skates, he found some altitude,
the sudden launch to vertical dropping his blood pressure. He jabbed a finger at her. “Stay put.”

The woman narrowed the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen. True liquid amber, and somehow the party-mix blonde of her hair set her irises off like they were coins from ages past. Uri ground his back teeth to keep his mouth from flopping open.

“Like I can go anywhere.” She jutted her chin as she put her hands on her hips. A defiant stance worth nothing, not when he could hear her pulse
flicking quicker than a hamster’s wheel. Besides, he’d chosen this cave for the metals embedded in the earthen walls. After what had been done to him, he cherished the safety of a place no vampires could teleport into. Or out of, as the case was now.

“You dug your own grave.” His lip curled off his right fang.

“I dug my own—?” She launched at him so fast he yanked his hands up to keep her from clubbing him in the puss. But just as he was expecting
contact, she dropped from view and the next thing he saw was the jagged ceiling of the cave as she swept his legs out from under him.

He landed on his ass with no fine-grained sand to cushion the landing. As his breath punched out of his lungs, her face loomed into his field of vision, her pale cheeks smudged a dusky pink, her little fangs…beguiling. “I did not ask for this. You kidnapped me, remember. Or is stupidity a Kynd trait right along with—”

With a snag and grab, he muckled her and flipped to his stomach. On her back, her long legs stretched between his, their pelvises locked like Legos so his frigging erect shaft nestled into the soft flesh of her lower belly despite their clothing. Her wrists felt tiny and fragile in his big hands, and the feel of those small bones turned something inside him like a key tumbling a lock.

Damn him, but it felt right to feel her against him. Fundamentally sound for her body to be so close to his. Maybe he should give her a chance, share with her why vampires made him want to bellow and decapitate them for the evil things they’d done to him.

She was his Chosen One. She deserved a shot at finding a place in his heart. He could do that for her, at least. After all, she was right. He’d
kidnapped her, and after three days he still hadn’t tried to talk to her, to explain. Pegging her as a typical vampire, he hadn’t asked why she’d been feasting on the blood of sick children before he’d grabbed her and brought her to this hole in the Earth.

Yes, good idea to share. Her gold eyes were shimmering as though she held back her tears. With his heart cramping up in his chest, Uri eased his grip and lifted his hips.

Grane

Grane is a seasoned fighter who has let his grief alter him into a creature not worthy of his wolf fur. But his kidnapping of the Luna has unforeseen effects on his heart. When he accepts the offer to join her pack, he meets her sister Suma, the one wolf beyond Luna who has the power to transform him, to heal his heart.

GRANE

Grane is a seasoned fighter who has let his grief alter him into a creature not worthy of his wolf fur. But his kidnapping of the Luna has unforeseen effects on his heart. When he accepts the offer to join her pack, he meets her sister Suma, the one wolf beyond Luna who has the power to transform him, to heal his heart.

But Suma is not one to easily forgive Grane his horrific deeds. She mistrusts him, and seeks every opportunity to never let him forget the harm he caused her wolf family. Yet it is through this fire that Grane’s redemption is forged, and as he heals, Suma witnesses the unfolding of a generous heart, and learns that there is love and loyalty to be found in forgiveness.

Excerpt

Although the threat the humans would return hovered, the early autumn days stretched out in an endless fashion. I figured out how to be less available to Armand and Suma, and spent many hours in the woods with Gor and Terra teaching them how to hunt and how to fight. They were quick learners, but they were often distracted by butterflies, or snakes, or skunks, or any other creature that tickled and tempted their attention. I laughed endlessly on those days, and my heart mended and grew strong in my love for them, while I grew accustomed to and enjoyed my status as the lowest pack member. The twins grew fast as wolf pups, but I still had to watch close for when they shifted into their human shapes. They could crawl around, but not anywhere near as well as they could when they had their four paws beneath them.

Terra squawked whenever she was prevented from doing what she wanted because of her human shape, but Gor often laughed and his round belly jiggled with his merriment. Terra always succumbed to his humor, and many times I left the two of them to figure their bodies out. They almost always triumphed, and I smothered them with kisses and bubbles on their bellies when they did. Their delighted screams filled me till I dripped my happiness onto those around me.

“The pups are very fond of their Uncle Grane,” Beth commented one rainy morning when we were left behind at the den with the babes.

I smiled at her and shrugged. “Perhaps,” I allowed.

The red haired mother laughed. “Perhaps.” She lifted Terra into the air and blew kisses upon her creased neck. The babe squealed her delight, and Gor begged for his turn. We both broke out into hearty laughter.

Suma came in during the middle of it, smiling amidst our mirth. I settled down and lowered my head.

“What has the two of you so happy?” she asked as she hefted Gor to her hip. I raised my eyes because her sister had not answered her. And learned why. Suma was looking at me, not her sister.

“The pups, Suma.” I answered without embellishment. I had learned to keep my answers short and to the point, and then ask for my leave. It was the only way I could cope with my affections for Suma, and it seemed to work. I could now keep my human shape when I was around the white haired wolf-woman, and my heart did not cartwheel all around my ribcage.

“This little pup right here?” she gurgled at Gor and twirled him. Her beautiful white hair swirled as she spun and her muscles flexed with the weight of the babe lifted in her pale arms.

My stomach flipped and my groin made a singular throb at the sight of her. “Suma, Beth, may I go now?”

“Go? You always leave whenever I come around, Grane. Please stay.”

Suma had not released me. I turned an imploring look to Beth, but she shrugged as if she were unable to help. I hunkered back down onto the floor of the den and waited to see what Suma was up to. At least we were not alone, so Armand could not get upset if he saw us together, even though Suma still had not returned him any affection. I would just have to deal with our lengthened visit.

“Are the pups making progress with their hunting, Uncle?” A flush of pink rose in her pale cheeks.

“Yes, Suma. They do well.” A grin tugged at the corner of my lips in spite of my best efforts to remain neutral.

She nodded, wanting to hear more, and I fell for her trap like a near-sighted bear.

“Except when they spy something more interesting than what they had been trailing. Just the other day, Terra roamed completely off track and found a mud slide into the stream instead. Gor and I could not resist the fun either, and we missed our hunt.” I grinned with the memory of it, and Suma’s laughter thrilled my heart.

“I suppose Terra is always our troublemaker?” she cooed at the babe in her sister’s arms.

“Not always,” I volunteered like an ass. I stood up and sauntered over to Suma while I gushed about Gor. “He sometimes—” I stopped cold as I caught my hand reaching for Suma’s elbow.

“I am sorry,” I breathed and folded onto the floor. “Suma, I forgot,” I whispered. Her scent drifted through my body as she bent down to lift my chin in her hand. I gazed into those doe eyes of hers, which were only inches from my mouth. It burned, as did the rest of me.

“Grane, it is fine,” she smiled and her brown eyes were the stones from the stream.

“Suma, you must not,” I croaked, and pulled my face from her grasp as I turned my back to her. So much for neutral.

“I must not what? Speak to you? Visit with you?” Her voice grew edgy.

“Yes, all of those things. Armand—”

Suma cut me off, her temper strident. “Armand is a wolf-pup and I will never mate with him. Nor will I mate with anyone else.”

“You are saying this now?” I bellowed, and stepped right back up to her. She squared herself to me and the heat from our bodies collided as my skin scorched to life. I glared straight at the face that glared at me, and my heart pounded in my throat as my stomach flipped inside out. I grabbed her head with both of my hands, pressed my mouth onto hers, and she responded with gripping force. Sparks shot through me, and I convulsed as I released her.

“May I go?” I barked, and did not wait for her permission. I fled away from the woman who drove me mad, who buckled me with her scent. Who goaded me on purpose! And I had just kissed her. Sweet suffering, I was in for it now. I could taste her on my tongue.

Kenrickey

In the northern Maine woods, a wolf pack unlike any other reigns the landscape. With the ability to shift into human shape, they are the supreme rulers of their territory. Until the real humans threaten their secret realm...

KENRICKEY

In the northern Maine woods, a wolf pack unlike any other reigns the landscape. With the ability to shift into human shape, they are the supreme rulers of their territory. Until the real humans threaten their secret realm…

Ken Rickey is one of those humans. Until he’s entrusted with the secret of the wolf-people, an honor he’ll do anything to uphold. For among the wolf-people, Ken has found loyal friends in Armand and Eaen, two of the younger wolves in Luna’s pack who share his sense of adventure.

Welcoming them to his human world and keeping them safe isn’t easy, especially when there are those who suspect the truth.

An intuitive woman, Naomi Foss is quick to unearth the mystery of Ken’s two friends. Human they may seem, but there is an underlying wildness about them, and it’s fast consuming Ken, altering him in alarming ways.

But the intrusion of others plunges Ken and his new wolf friends into dangerous territory, where the exposure of Luna’s pack isn’t just a worrisome possibility, but a frightening and lethal reality.

Excerpt

We cavorted for quite some time—chasing, snatching, biting. Armand, once he’d gotten over his initial fear, darted around just as uninhibited as the rest of us; although he and Eaen were careful about shifting in front of Naomi.

I, on the other hand, shed all of my inhibitions, and the mock hunt for Nae escalated seriously. I wanted her bouncing ass all to myself, and her playful screams were jabs of electricity to my groin.

She didn’t run very fast once she caught me ogling her like she was an entrée. Good ol’ Nae. She even feigned a limp so that I could corner her in the living room. She darted her eyes around like a trapped deer, and wedged herself into the corner by the book shelf, protecting her back. Then she lifted her upper lip in a warning snarl, even as her hazel eyes glistened and her pupils stretched to turn her eyes almost black. Her blonde hair was tousled and sweaty, and I’d never seen a creature more inviting.

My mouth found hers before I could say no guts, no glory, and sweet living jackrabbits, she opened herself to me. It was all I could do not to slide Mr. Plucky into home once the ump signaled for me to steal. Her tongue teased, tasted me, then retreated maddeningly, and I withdrew just far enough to clamp my teeth across her windpipe and cup her ass in my hands. She gasped, and my groin ached as it grew more swollen.

The ringing of her cell phone was like the screech of a car crash, and we both flinched at the intrusion of it. Naomi groaned as she slid away toward her pile of clothes on the living room floor. Eaen and Armand stood with their legs splayed, sides heaving, and wore tendrils of frothy spit on their fur. I stood with my need so obvious my balls hurt.

Christ, guys.

Eaen winked, the teasing turd. He saw. He’d noticed we’d all gone a bit nuts, and he loved it. Armand’s waving tail gave him away, too, but the three of us paid more attention to Nae’s cell phone call.

It was The Bear, and he wanted her and his car. She’d been gone too long already, judging by her end of the conversation. She’d promised to be back before lunch and it was past that. My, how time really does fly when you’re having fun.

She told him she’d be right there, then snapped the lid shut on her phone. And I got an unexpected explosion of jealousy in my guts.

“Don’t go, Nae. Stay with us,” I offered, and fought like hell to keep my anger from boiling over into my voice. A feat beyond me, I wasn’t exactly successful. “Tell him to fuck himself.” Oh, yeah, I was really trying.

“I can’t, Ken. Not yet, anyway, but soon,” she promised.

Was she crying? “Aw, Christ, Nae, don’t cry.” She effing leveled me. I was a mud puddle waiting to catch her tears, and before I knew it, my feet crossed the room and my arms were wrapped around her. I’d have sacrificed daylight for her.

“Come back later, then, huh?” I pulled her away to lose myself in her shimmering eyes, which had turned green because she cried. “I’ll come get you. Just call me, and I’ll come, okay? Whenever you want.” My fingers combed her tousled bangs, tucking their length behind her seashell ear.

She nodded and sniffed, and my heart cracked. Jee-zus, how was I letting her leave?

I wiped her tears with the pad of my thumb, pulled her warm body close, then ripped myself away and edged a fair distance back to stand between Eaen and Armand while we watched her dress. Weren’t we the gentlemen? When she finished donning her clothes, the four of us huddled to say good-bye.

“We really have to talk, Nae. Soon,” I said, before she slipped out the door and into the Yeti’s car. Within moments, she was gone, but even I could still smell the snowy day in our house.

Lover In Stone

For more than two thousand years, Merrick the Chimera has borne the misery of being the guardian to Hell’s Archway. He has witnessed millions of condemned souls, slaughtered thousands of trespassers, and his enraged despair is pushing him to the brink of becoming what the world expects his Kynd to be.

LOVER IN STONE

To the world they are the Grotesques—hideous chimeras and gargoyles of stone. But before they are locked in their granite prisons, they are Kynd—magnificent beings condemned to prowl the nightmares of every realm.
Their tortures will doom them to stone.
The love of a Chosen One could save them.

For more than two thousand years, Merrick the Chimera has borne the misery of being the guardian to Hell’s Archway. He has witnessed millions of condemned souls, slaughtered thousands of trespassers, and his enraged despair is pushing him to the brink of becoming what the world expects his Kynd to be.

Go to Hell. A mission the timid Angelia Delacroix must undertake in order to find the ancient Scriptum, even though the fearsome Merrick has been assigned to be her guide.

As their quest leads them deeper into danger, Merrick and Angelia must turn to each other. Can Angelia find the courage to keep the chimera’s battered soul safe? Or will Merrick give in to his torments—dooming himself to his stone fate, and Angelia to the tortures of Hell? .

Lover In Darkness

Half of Daniela Salvai’s wardrobe consists of t-shirts with funny slogans. Working with battered women, she needs the comic relief, especially since she’s sworn off dating and relationships. Then she meets Darken, a gorgeous man in a t-shirt emblazoned with the word Jenius. Good-bye depression, hello…gargoyle? Plagued by his Grotesque curse, how can Darken convince Daniela he’s no monster, but a man in need of the love she has sworn to keep to herself.

LOVER IN DARKNESS

Excerpt

She had no idea how strange he was, compared to her. But, it was highly probable she was going to find out. When she’d turned to run, his world had gone instantly bleak.

How could he let her waltz out of his life when she’d become important to it in a matter of hours?

The problem lay in finding the least traumatic way to introduce her to the world of the Others. But for now, it could wait. Just because he was in it up to his stony crack, didn’t mean she was. The woman could walk away from him without a glance backward.

Just thinking of that sent chills scurrying across his rough skin, and his fingers curled unconsciously tighter on her arms. He’d have wrapped a leg around her, too, just to feel more of her, to siphon off a little comfort through more touching if he didn’t think it would wig her out.

Curse the needs of his Kynd; because if he caved to those urges, she was sure to bolt, and there would be nothing he could say then to make her stay.

I’m a gargoyle who needs to touch a lot sounded like a bad line in a B-movie. No matter how much truth there was to it.

“So,” she said, interrupting his

pathetically needy train of thought. “Dinner. Your place?” When he peered down at her upturned face, he almost agreed, stuffed her in his truck, and absconded with her to the safe house.

His place? Oh, yes, Quasimodo would like that very much.

But.

“Not a good idea. I live with my brothers. No privacy.” He didn’t lie to her, at any rate.

There were seven of them living in the safe house. It was a huge place, but his brotherkynd would be curious. And so would this woman. Talk about a train wreck you could see coming from a mile down the tracks.

“All righty.” She stretched the words out like she was thinking of an alternative that didn’t involve her home, either. He couldn’t say as he blamed her. A woman should be cautious.

He felt the tingling of pride that she was.

Meanwhile, they were still standing in a parking lot, on a freeze-your-ass-off February night.

Darken sucked it up for the sake of his woman, and before he caved to his Kynd yearnings to pour his entire body over hers to keep her warm. “Out it is. You name the place, and I’ll take us. No toast.”

Her laughter put helium in his boots, so he felt as though he drifted upward off the concrete. “Good. I know some really great spots. I’m guessing its bacon burgers for you and a pitcher of ale?”

Ah, no. Kynd, when they did eat, were vegetarian. But she seemed so pleased, he didn’t have the heart to disappoint her. Hell, if she suggested they eat rubber tires, he would do it.

The woman started shaking her head as though contemplating an afterthought. “No,” she mumbled. Then said, “No…that place is always packed. Great food, but everyone knows it. Let’s see…” Her fingers, blanched from the cold, teased a button on her coat.

“I’ve got enough to spare,” she grumbled low, obviously to herself; but his hearing wouldn’t have missed it. An image of her bountiful ass bloomed front and center in his mind’s eye, and damned if his hands didn’t itch to grip the real thing.

Darken suppressed a ravenous growl. “Your ass is wonderful.”

She replaced the surprised look on her face with one of cynicism. “Says you, who has never seen it. It’s been hiding under my coat like a giant tortoise.”

The image almost had him showing off his fangs in a wide smile. She had sass, and that was like an aphrodisiac. On impulse, he swept her off her feet and up into his arms, the little squeal she emitted rolling his guts like sweet taffy.

His appetite returned with a vengeance, only it wasn’t food he craved. To hell with dinner. He wanted her. So badly, base desires swamped him. He wanted to ravage her right there on the pavement, the public be damned.

When her dark chocolate eyes searched his face, he offered her an apologetic smirk. The last thing he needed was to scare her.

Yet, he couldn’t put her down, not when she felt so right cradled in his arms.

Besides, he was inadvertently groping her, that ass she’d insulted resting wonderfully in the crook of his elbow, her thighs on his forearms a luxuriant bounty.

Screw his truck. He wanted to carry her wherever it was they were going.

Except they’d already arrived at his parking space. Unwilling to release her, he grappled with how to open the door without letting the woman go.

“Ah, Mr. Mysterious, you can put me down now.” The front of his coat was pinched in her fingers, and she was tugging on it to get his attention.

Blood rushed to his cheeks, flaming them. “Sorry.” Gently, he lowered her to the ground, making sure there was no ice she could slip on. “Here.” Opening the truck’s passenger side door, he helped her in, lifting her hand to guide her up into the high cab.

Feeling the strain of releasing her deep in his core, he shivered to ease the discordant tug.

She is human. He had to keep reminding himself of that so he wouldn’t smother her. Humans did not constantly touch. In fact, most hardly touched at all, and he’d do well to remember that.

Still, he was behind the wheel with the heater blasting in a matter of seconds, as though being outside while she was in, was too much to bear. “Okay,” he puffed on his hands as he rubbed them together. “Where to?”

“Alfio’s. We could walk from here.” She grinned at him, like getting into the truck had been a comic routine. And he guessed it had if the restaurant was close enough to walk to.

Except it was cold out. He didn’t want his female catching a chill.

Then again…he’d have to hold her close to keep her warm as they navigated the streets and sidewalks. Personal warnings about keeping his distance could suck it. “Walking it is.”

Before he could get his door open, feminine laughter rippled through the cab of the truck, tickling across his skin, under it. “We’re loaded already, so let’s go.”

Damn. But a grin threatened in spite of his disappointment. He liked how his body rode his woman’s giggles.

He pulled the Dodge out into traffic as she directed. “Go straight a bit, and hook a left onto West. Good. Left onto Carleton. Okay, now! Turn right onto Congress.”

Focused on their route, she seemed unaware how she livened, her body revving and a little jerky like the truck, just like the directions she gave.

Starved for her, Darken drank in every nuance.

“That’s it on the right,” she said, sitting back as if suddenly aware she’d been leaning forward. A little excited. A rosy bloom brushed her cheeks, and watching it, he almost drove his truck onto the sidewalk.

He couldn’t tell if her embarrassed grin was for him or herself. “We’re here,” she said, tucking a lock of abundant dark hair behind her ear.

So they were. The destination sobered him.

Ignoring the screaming of his senses to abort this trying-to-function-in-public charade, Darken helped his woman out of the truck.

As her feet touched down on the cobblestones, he did not let go of her hand.